Magus Blaise of the Cold
Part 1 - The Awakening
On the morning of Tempus 1.638-19.4.33, Blaise awoke without any memories. He could not remember his name or how he had come to lie on the frozen rock beneath him.
He had no recollection of his family. Surely he must have at least a mother and father, but did he have any brothers or sisters? Did he have a family of his own…children of his own?
As if awakening from a dream in an unfamiliar place, he struggled back into consciousness seeking something familiar that would bring him back from the darkness from - and into - which he awoke. He did not find anything for minutes that seemed like days. His red coat! He recognized it! He remembered it…vaguely. As he ran his hands over the velvet red outer layer, he recalled that it was a gift, without any memory of the giver of the gift. He recalled playing in it as a child. He recalled making his first journey to the Outer Land in it as a teenager. He recalled sleeping under it as a young man, surrounded by…fighting?
How had he retained this jacket from childhood through adulthood and not outgrown it? How could such a thin layer of protection keep him so warm in this bitter cold? This red jacket, it must have some magical quality.
All of this raced through Blaise’s mind in the fraction of a minute, but offered him a tangible reminder of who he was. As quickly as the thought came, it passed.
Blaise sat up, feeling around the cold ground for…what? What was he searching for? He could not remember, but knew that he had instinctively done it a thousand times over upon awakening. There was nothing within reach. Whatever it was, it was gone, and without knowing what he had been searching for, Blaise knew that he must find it. He knew that it was a part of him…whoever he was.
Wiping the cold from his eyes, Blaise took to his feet to assess his surroundings. This came naturally to him as though the act had been ingrained into his routine from countless and vast experiences in the wild. First evaluating his pockets and what was on his body, he reached into his left pocket and found a folded piece of paper affixed with a crimson wax seal. In his right pocket was a sharp stone, two satchels of green velvet tied with golden-colored ribbons, and a small booklet firmly held closed by a locked clasp.
In his breast pocket, he found the greatest surprise of all.
Or better put, it found him...
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